Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Siglo XX to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Hasil Adkins,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
The Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.